Never been a fella to be down with the mic

Hardly ever get the best rhymes down when I write

My minimal effort took criminal effort

Call me Napalm, baby

Cus this burn's gonna smite

But nevertheless i'm back in the fight

Bringing the pain like a cat in a fight

Rhyming two words, grab a match, time to ignite

Break the chains of the group

Like i'm stuck in a loop

Til I break and i'm not

Cus this shit here's too hot

My rap here's too fast

These bars are so fire they turn from liquid to gas

I'ma be scarin like sarin with with the mind of mad max

Cus there ain't no rest for the wicked

My only option's to fix it, hack it, write it, then fail it, mix it, master it

I'm the king, ain't no discussion

Dropping heads like Mt Rushmore

I'm throwing stones through my glass house and dropping bombs like Iraq in a rushed war

But there's a new guy on the scene

With a complex analogy for the fact that my lack of a team is quite obscene

But even on the Down-low I still got that boss flow

Going makka makka, straight ballin like i'm Pacman

Makin drama, killer keemstar

On that main flow

Killing time until I can drop slow and break things down to a molecular level

To jump in the particular flow

Never settling

Intergalactic hitchhiker level: rap Han Solo

With some chewie gum for my breath

Yeah, you know that i'm British

I got a flag on the wall there

I got some tea in my kitchen

Yeah, I be dropping these bitches like i'm a startup's shit pitches

Bombing like Martin Shkreli pills

Till they get tech-crunched like a four by four

Fuck those bitches and grills

I've got some feels to get off my chest like i'm Assange in house arrest

Sparking diplomatic incidents bigger than Benghazi

Yeah, cus i'm spitting in the only real language like i'm Node JS

Thinking back a few bars, yeah, that's a pretty ancient reference

When this fire's gone chilly

I got less street cred than Lily

But i'll still drop these bars like i'm OG up in CDT

Got this beat dropping like google versus oracle, you hear me? Hotter bars than the Sun, but my implementation's still neat

No copyright when i'm up at night

Here dropping bars to this beat

But let's drop back a second like i'm bungee jumping

Talk about Andy, while the beats still pumping

His claims are so outrageous, yeah, his flow's not contagious

His rap's are just as fire as Bo Peep is tenacious

They all 'gon run and they cower, drop you like the twin towers

Cus i'm a beautiful flower, until you turn up the power

And then I get the power of presidents

Ready to fire some rockets

Gettin' back to the main topic

Kick the flow, cus I rock it

I pull the mic out the socket

Then drop the mic cus I rocked it

My raps aren't object oriented, cus money don't draw into it

I'm purely functional, dropping lambdas like i'm Half Life

I'm cutting smoothly through your code lines

Like a good steak with a butter knife

And onto the topic of getting girls

What don't work is gold or pearls

Cus I can ask "do girls like this?"

But the resounding answer of "no" unfurls

Like the tapestry of diodes and caps

Components in my fire raps

Cus when I break someone like Andy down, it's chemical, his bonds collapse

But let's be honest, when it comes to war, i'm vegan

I'm not after any beef like drinking Soylent with some Green in

I'm a new guy, just respawned

Clacking keyboards, like it's ping pong

Cus you're dropping your memes like a pepe in the gutter

I'm slipping up like Freud, cus i'm a clever motherfucker

I'm dropping gold with these rhymes

Spitting bars like i'm midas

And when I rap to the sky the airforce scrambles their fighters

But the reality is we're living in some dark times

Less dollar signs than some PHP from RedMine

And we're racing to cross the finish, like a RedLine

With everyone looking for the most likes, in the least time

For the biggest laugh out there, with the least prime

The biggest response, with the least shine

And to end this all, a message, from the UK to the stars

A message I could beam to Elon, sitting up on Mars

If you're gonna spit for CdT then make your words stay hot

Don't build your raps like prison bars, and lock them in a box

The end result is lamer than a doge in two-sixteen

So go sit in the corner, cus I own the cirque rap scene